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I wished
our little dreams came true
Just like a little bird's dreams to fly turned real
But someone still has to be the Ostrich who has wings yet isn't designed to fly.
Then I accept I was created to run into miracles, not to fly into fury.

I wished
our happiness knew no bounds
Just like a baby laughs and plays and actually knows no bounds
But every baby has to grow and learn to feel unhappy too.
Then I accept I was developed to be laughing even after all the unhappiness and not to stay unnecessarily in pain when there actually was only happiness all around.

I wished
our minds could find tranquility
Just like the green leaves of the trees in the path of our travel swayed in peace
But every tree has its yellow, green and brown days
Then I feel blessed to have in my hands, the ability, to turn the unhappy browns into bright greens and yellows.
They say we (the poets) do not have emotions in our hand.. but in truth, we do. We can look at things anyway that WE desire to. I could've been unhappy about my wishes not coming true and grieve about it. But my heart chose not to. We can feel happy anytime and everytime. We know how to control our brain. This is the happiest realisation that's ever happened to me. ❤
We wondered in heaven if God was finally going to show up..
If we were finally going to see what he looked like..

A figure emerged.
Minds blew away.
Mouth dropped.

And she smiled.
I want to wake up to the beats of your heart deafening my ears
I want to sleep to the sound of your voice drowning away all fears
Two pairs of eyes collide,
Struggle first to find the proper proper place,
Then, together, both shy away.

Cheeks then add to the embarrassment
showing a hue of red all of sudden..

Then two lips come to the rescue
and break into a soliditary smile
And finally pairs of feet hurry away from the immense awkward sight

Two sets of mind worry
both for the image they may have set on the other,
Two hearts pound heavily and restlessly
to escape into another chance for such a beautiful clutter..

Cupid sleeps blissfully taking away theirs.
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